I'd like you to tell my colon, and my brother's patchwork colon, that.
Let it go. You could have just said, I'm afraid of heights, or, I have asthma, or whatever. You don't need an excuse; just say you won't do it, and we'll pick someone else.
But it's true. I really have a condition, a medical condition, because I have only a semicolon.
No, I mean, I'm glad it came up, because I really should be clear about this. In case the next task is even harder. Like, I can't drink citrus juices because of this. Or eat nuts. And there's a buoyancy issue, so if we have to--
Of all times for us to lose the Internet . . . One Google and I'd be able to prove you wrong . . .
And of all times for me to have lost my medical-alert bracelet. I have one, a real one, with all this semicolon-related information written on it. My body can't accept penicillin. Or mattresses that are too soft.
You know what? I'm calling time on this game. Our team is just out, OK? We're just out, if this is what it's going to be like.
What what's going to be like? Look around you! The dappled sunlight! The gurgling brook!
That is lovely, but I think you'd rather just sit here looking than playing a game, and that's fine, but we need to bow out.
You are whole! I am living. With. A. Semicolon. Yet I'm not the one quitting. I'm just conversing. Jeez, we can't even talk anymore.(less)
Growing up in high school was hard at first, but really rewarding in the end. I can remember most of the stupid things I did, even though I try hard not to. Some things just stick, you know?
Like semi-colon. No matter what happens in life, I am(more) always going to crack a smile every time I hear that word. Its because of the story behind it, as well as the two people involved. It brings a mixed emotion to mind, like laughter, nostalgia, or warmth.
My friend and I, two people who thought that love just wasn't for us, somehow managed to get a crush on a guy (not the same one). Of course, we didn't want anyone knowing, so we created code-names. My friend's crush was, "Dot dot dot," and mine was, "Semi-colon."
Ahh, such stupid code-names. But it makes me giggle, thinking how stupid it was, and smile wondering how Semi-colon is doing right now, off on his own in a different country.